Category Archives: Heidelberg

So, I pick up the bread, and I smell. As soon as I smell the french bread, I close my eyes and I am in my grandmother’s kitchen, with the rolls that my grandfather used to pick up in the mornings. Continue reading →

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Nothing that happened today was what I had planned. Well, aside from the fact that we did actually make it to Heidelberg, and we did, in fact, eat dinner. And, I’m happy. I’m enjoying the chaos and mish-mash of languages, and just the feel of being in a festive foreign city. Continue reading →